There is no reason we should expect young children to enter the nocturnal darkness of sleep and dreams without help.
I'm lucky, I guess. I only really need five or so hours of sleep.
A man can do only what he can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep at night and do it again the next day.
I get up about four times a night and go back to sleep, or not. Then I swill tea around 8 a.m. I answer e-mail, while I stall thinking about whatever scares me.
Turn resolutely to work, to recreation, or in any case to physical exercise till you are so tired you can't help going to sleep, and when you wake up you won't want to worry.
Get up, groan, write a bit, moan, eat breakfast, write some more, cycle my bike through the Sligo hills, make up country songs as I pedal along, sing them, have lunch, have a nap, groan, moan, write a small bit more, cook dinner, feed wifey, open a bottle, or several, slump, sleep.
I started turning 40 at 38. I had pains all over my body. I couldn't sleep, I had rampant anxiety, and I couldn't stop eating and drinking.
I still sleep with my baby blanket.
I have candy around my bed. I just kinda like reach over and eat it and then go back to sleep, no problem.
I think people want very much to simplify their lives enough so that they can control the things that make it possible to sleep at night.
I can't sleep with my make-up on. There is something about it. It doesn't matter what time it is; I just can't do it.
I can take hardship. I can sleep on the cold floor anytime. I can also sleep on a feather bed.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
I've had insomnia since I was five years old. I just don't require much sleep. I'm never tired.
You spend all day getting the song goo,d and you're listening to it late at night, and you're happy with it. But you should sleep on it and come back in the morning and make sure.
I am a scholar of life. Every night before I go to sleep, I analyze every detail of what I did that day. I evaluate things and people, which helps me avoid mistakes.
Now I know what it's like to be a rock star. No, I didn't sleep with 5 groupies at once. But I was interviewed about 45 times in 5 days in 3 cities.
We are often too late with our brilliance. We are on time delay. The only instant gratification comes in the form of potato chips. The rest will find us by surprise somewhere down the road maybe as we sleep and dream of other things.
I had a mouse in my apartment and I couldn't sleep for two nights. I hate mice. They move so fast.
She still talks to me now, only now she talks to me in my dreams. And I can't wait to go to sleep tonight because we have a lot to talk about. I love you.
In a building with apartments, of course, you want to make connections. Life is easier that way. There's salt if you don't have salt; you can knock at someone's door, like in any city. But you know, you can hear the others, and you want to sleep, you get annoyed.
I believe the greatest asset a head of state can have is the ability to get a good night's sleep.
Like most citizens of popular and international urban centres, I don't take advantage of the cultural opportunities. Perhaps this comes from growing up in suburbia. Home is where you eat, sleep, read, watch television and ignore your parents. It is not where you go to the ballet and then attend a heated panel discussion about it afterwards.
Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep.
I used to sleep, eat, breathe volleyball. Now I have that with my kids.
When I can't sleep, I'll start thinking about how many shows I've done, count up the number of television shows and movies.
Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.
My sets are not peaceful. It's a beautiful catastrophe. I am running around like a headless chicken. I don't sleep because I am writing. It's manic.
I keep my phone on the floor in my bedroom, and I turn the sound off when I sleep, but I never really turn my phone off.
The sanity of the average banquet speaker lasts about two and a half months; at the end of that time he begins to mutter to himself, and calls out in his sleep.
My mother was a courageous woman, and she had such tremendous love for life. She loved the natural world. She would wake us up in the middle of the night to go look at the moon. When I was a teenager, this was a source of great frustration because I wanted to sleep.
We have two dogs, Mabel and Wolf, and three cats at home, Charlie, George and Chairman. We have two cats on our farm, Tom and Little Sister, two horses, and two mini horses, Hannah and Tricky. We also have two cows, Holy and Madonna. And those are only the animals we let sleep in our bed.
Oscar Wilde said the rich and the poor are equal - they can both sleep under the bridge. Right? Do they have a right? You're damn right they have a right!
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
At the end of the day, sleep is a barometer of your emotional health. And so if you're not in the right place where you need to be, then you're going to have voices keeping you up at night because you have to work through those issues.
There is no magic. There is no secret. You need your sleep. A lot of our society tries to get by, but the truth is it is up to each individual to get their optimal sleep amount. If you get less than that you can get by temporarily, but it's only temporary.
